Lovesick Lament

I’m slipping—losing track of things you said

I’ve never been a fan of long goodbyes

Sometimes I think it’s better that you’re dead

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Oh, take me back—entwined with you in bed

To tenderness of touch, ecstatic sighs

I’m slipping—losing track of things you said

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A mad girl chasing ghosts within her head

I cannot let you go—I'd rather die

Sometimes I think it’s better that you’re dead

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One day I tried to join you—how I sped

toward untimely darkness, ill-devised

I’m slipping—losing track of things you said

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because my mind’s all muddled, dulled on meds

I’m glad you cannot see me in this guise

Sometimes I think it’s better that you’re dead

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I keep you safely stowed within my head

My darling, though you’re dimming, still—I try

I’m slipping—losing track of things you said

Sometimes I think it’s better that you’re dead